by CORY CYR
I’d lost more weight, but not enough to squeeze into a size six. Eight appeared to be my number, and I was content with it. My board was ecstatic, and the minute Flesh Market went public, stocks had been immediately purchased.
I pulled up my collar as I looked for the car.
Then I saw him. Kai Addison leaning against a wall, fully dressed in a suit and tie. The sight almost caused me to chuckle because he looked so uncomfortable, especially in leather oxfords.
“What are you doing here?”
He pushed off the wall. “You didn’t leave me any choice. I must have texted you a hundred times, and every call I made went straight to voicemail. It took me a while to figure out I was blocked, and when I called your office, your secretary wouldn’t let me talk to you. You kind of forced my hand. So here I am.”
He looked sad and pale.
“It was one hundred and seventeen times. I mean the text messages. I almost changed my number, but I assumed you’d eventually give up.”
“I’ll never give up on you or us. I just needed you to hear me, and then I’ll go away if that’s what you want. I get why you believed the worst. I gave you tons of reasons to doubt me.”
It began to rain, and I motioned him to follow as I found the black town car. “I’m going to the airport. I assume you’ll be going back to the Virgin Islands, so if you want to talk, you can catch a ride with me.”
He got into the back seat and slid close. “I never touched her. I mean, not after we got together. Whatever she said, it was bullshit. She was jealous and angry because I said no to her overtures. I fired her, and in retaliation, she told you lies. I would never betray you. I love you. You’re my entire life. Nothing means anything to me without you. Baby, you wrecked me. For three weeks, I couldn’t even function. If it hadn’t been for Reese and Jasper, I’d still be in bed. This life I created only means something if you’re in it. I’m sorry that my sexual history made you doubt me. I don’t blame you, because everything you believed was true—before I fell in love with you.”
Christ, I wanted to believe Kai. These weeks without him had left me emotionally vacant, with only work. He was the reason I was able to lose more weight. I had no appetite. I couldn’t sleep, so I rode my stationary bike nonstop. He wasn’t the only one who had been wrecked.
“Did you drink, Kai? Did you find solace in the bottom of a bottle?” I asked.
He shook his head. “You dumped it all, and Jasper, that bastard, threatened to terminate anyone who snuck me booze. I guess if I truly wanted to drink, I could have gone to the mainland, but I needed to feel the pain. I think the suffering was good for me.”
“So you’re a masochist now? Pain and suffering. Us being together is too contentious, so maybe we’re better apart,” I muttered, not believing a single word I’d just said.
His hand covered mine, and a feeling of warmth penetrated every cell. “You’ll never convince me that we’re better apart. Please give us another chance. I’m nothing without you. I’ve made so many mistakes in my life, but losing you would be the biggest.”
I threaded my fingers through his. “I’m not sure it would work. We live miles apart. What if I gain the weight back? I know my name isn’t good for your business, and I could never give up Flesh Market. There are too many variables. The universe is trying to tell us something.”
“First of all, fuck the universe. We’ll figure out the logistics. I’ll love you regardless of what size you are. But remember I am a personal trainer, and that has many perks. I would never ask you to give up your career, and I’m sure VIP Fitness can weather any hits that occur. We’ve already put new rules in place. True, we lost some clientele, but we’re not worried since we have such a huge waiting list. And, Tegan, you’re more important to me than anything. I can work anywhere. If I have to, I’ll become another silent partner. I trust Reese and Jasper.”
He loosened his tie with his free hand and toed off the dress shoes. “How can you stand wearing so many clothes? This reminds me of Alaska.”
“It’s thirty-six degrees outside. Clearly, clothes are a must, unless you want a dicksickle.”
The vibration of his chuckle rumbled through me and settled in my heart. I’d missed him so much.
“Hey, don’t cry,” he said as he wiped a tear from my face.
“I can’t help it. I want everything you said to be true, but I’m so scared because if it’s not, I’ll fall back into a deep hole of depression. For the first time in my life, I feel okay. I was able to pick myself up after you hurt me and move on. I became stronger than I’ve ever been, and I was able to accomplish it all even after I was broken. I don’t want to go back to the way I was, and allowing you back into my life only takes me backward.”
He dropped my hand and sighed. “Now I may cry. I would never want you to give up your success or becoming who you want to be. If you think loving me will cause you to falter or go in reverse, then I need to stay out of your life. I want us to be the best thing in your world, not complicate it. I’ll leave you with the same thing you told me in that letter. I want you to be happy, and if that can’t be with me, then so be it. Just be well.”
As we entered the private gate, I spotted my plane. My thoughts became muddled as I remembered everything we did on the island. Kai never had to say he loved me. I was just thrilled to have a man like him take a sexual interest in someone like me. He never had to say the words. I’d never expected it. Even though I’d probably loved him first, I hadn’t told him. He confessed his love for me of his own volition. Kai had nothing to gain by saying those three words. If anything, he’d set himself up for the ruin of his business.
He had apologized for running away and not being with me during my miscarriage. He’d admitted the possibility he had sex while gone. He also confessed that he’d drunk himself into a blackout situation and that he had gone to rehab before. All the things he told me in confidence. Personal matters he didn’t have to share. I should have stayed and stood my ground, but I allowed a rejected woman to tell me lies and derogate me, causing me to leave. I ran just as Kai had. The difference was he had been honest when he came back. Honest like he was now. The least I could do was be truthful with him.
“Gregory, you can go to lunch. Take an hour,” I said to my driver.
Once he had gone, I shrugged off my heavy coat and unbuttoned my suit jacket. I was wearing a matching pencil skirt, which I hoisted up so I could straddle Kai.
A look of confusion overtook his face.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want this,” I taunted as I pulled off his tie and fumbled with the button on his jacket, feeling his length beneath me. “If you will, can you unzip those pants? Just pretend it’s one of my old porn movies. I never got the chance to be in charge and take advantage of you, so this is me taking control.”
“Jesus, Tegan, between the garters and your ass in my hands, I want to come right now,” Kai said on a pant as he pushed my panties to one side. “I don’t have a condom.”
I wiggled until I was able to sit on his cock firmly. It slipped into me easily because I was so slick. With both hands under my ass, he bounced me up and down along his dick. I closed my eyes and laid my head in the hollow of his neck. I rotated on his shaft, biting his shoulder.
I gritted my teeth as I continued to push down on him. Hearing his loud grunts caused me to moan in response.
“Can I come inside you?” he growled.
I continued to pump him, feeling the sensation of electrical currents pulsating throughout my body as it gripped his cock. With a viselike hold, I rode him until my climax met his release, pushing me over a cliff and shattering into a million stars.
“I love you,” I whispered as my legs went limp and my body succumbed to the workout I’d just incurred.
Kai’s face was red, and his upper lip was drenched in sweat. I felt sticky as I moved off him onto the leather seat.
“Do you still love me, or was it said in the heat of the moment?”
; I looked over at Kai and took his hand. “Yes, I love you. Now and forever.”
Kai
One Year Later…
“I fucking hate you!” Tegan screamed.
“No, you don’t. It’s just the pain. The nurse said she’s getting you an epidural.”
“No. Absolutely not. That cocksucker Dr. Grapply said because this is a geriatric pregnancy, having drugs might hurt the baby.” She began to sob, and my heart broke as I took her hand. “Get away from me. You did this. It’s your fault!”
I hated seeing her writhing in anguish, but I was helpless. “It took both of us,” I whispered under my breath.
“Are you kidding me? You asshole! You had all the fun, and I’m the one suffering the consequences. Damn you.”
I sat in a chair in our private room, watching the monitor as I fumbled with the gown they’d given me to wear. We honestly never considered a pregnancy. Of course we should have. During Tegan’s exit, I had remembered everything. I’d never slept with another woman while I was gone those four days. Excited at my news, we never used condoms, even though she had quit the patch. We assumed the first time that ended in the miscarriage was a fluke. Tegan was right; we threw caution to the wind, along with any kind of birth control. When she found out she was six weeks along, she considered an abortion because she presumed it would end in another miscarriage due to her age and history. We argued about it, and she finally relented.
Still, we lived in constant fear. When she reached five months, I made her work from home and in bed. I had taken a leave of absence and relocated to Chicago, moving into her estate until we settled on permanent living arrangements. I abhorred the city, but she refused to live on the island. Having a daughter on the way had changed everything.
“Will you marry me?” I suddenly asked, holding out a velvet box.
“Are you joking? You’re proposing now, when all I want to do is castrate you?”
“Not right this second, but next week maybe. I want our daughter to have my name,” I said, standing next to the bed. I wet a washcloth in cold water and patted her face with it.
“Argh. Goddammit, this hurts so bad!”
I cringed. She was right to blame me. I’d put her through so much, and she took me back regardless. We had a good life. She had plateaued on the scale but never regained the weight she’d lost. When we’d found out she was pregnant, among the miscarriage worry, she was terrified she would get fat and never lose the extra weight.
Using my skills as a trainer, I found pregnancy workouts she could do while in bed. Those cupcakes were still an issue, so we compromised. She did gain the necessary pounds expected for a healthy child, but I felt different about her body. Seeing her carrying my daughter elicited emotions I found hard to put into words. I loved rubbing her belly as it grew and caressing her breasts, which became twice their size.
I had planned to ask her to marry me months ago but always chickened out. I didn’t want her thinking I was doing it because we were having a baby. I should have done it before now. We loved each other, so marriage should come naturally. I never expected to want a wife or become a father. I had convinced myself I could never be happy with just one woman and was absolute in my belief I would be a horrible father. But now I knew I wanted both. I couldn’t wait to be Tegan’s husband and a father.
“It’s time, Mr. Addison,” the nurse said as Dr. Grapply strolled in. I was glad to see he was cool as a cucumber, because I was shitting bricks.
I motioned to him and whispered, “Don’t say anything about geriatrics or she’ll go crazy on your ass.”
He chuckled. “We’ve already decided that term isn’t very PC, so we now refer to it as an advanced-age pregnancy. Don’t worry. Tegan is fine, and your baby will be healthy.”
“I’m going to marry her,” I croaked nervously.
He chuckled again. “Can you hold off until she’s finished pushing?”
* * *
Fifty minutes later, I was cradling my daughter. Tears formed in my eyes as I held the most beautiful little girl.
“What’s her name, Mr. Addison?” a nurse asked as she took her from my arms and placed her with Tegan.
“Aria,” I replied as I wiped Tegan’s brow. “You did so good, baby. She’s gorgeous and perfect. She looks like you.”
Tegan sat up as she held the pink bundle. “Look at that rogue curl. She’s a mini you.”
I bent over and brushed her lips with a kiss. “She looks like a pure combination of us. Now I have two girls to love. Aria captured my heart when she cried. You’ll never have to be jealous, though, because you have my soul. You have all of me.”
“They told me I should breastfeed her right away,” Tegan announced as she began to unsnap her gown.
“I guess I’d better let everyone know we have a beautiful healthy girl. Reese and Riley are here. So are Ronnie and Nadia. I’ll tell them to come back. Hell, even Jasper came. Probably under duress.” I laughed. “I love you—both,” I declared as I kissed Tegan then Aria.
I removed the scratchy yellow gown, then headed toward the door.
“Kai.” Tegan’s voice stopped me. “Yes.”
I was momentarily stunned. This woman I loved so much was going to marry me.
The End
Acknowledgements
I want to thank my street steam, reader’s group and all the loyal readers who support me. A special thank you to Cassie who edits my books, Sharon who formats them, and to Robin Harper, who designed an amazing cover. Without all of you, my dreams would never be recognized.
About the Author
Cory began writing music and poetry at an early age. Her love of music became her sole focus and she spent quite a few years as the lead singer for local rock bands. In high school, she was fascinated with the macabre and started writing science fiction and horror stories so dark they earned her the nickname "Gory Cory."
After years of writing scary fiction, Cory never thought in a million years she would end up penning sensual tales of younger men/older women. She writes strictly adult material.
You can find her at: www.authorcorycyr.com
Other Books by Cory Cyr
Jacked Off
The Perfect 1
America’s Most Wanted
Wicked Steps
Acquiesce – Submit and Comply
Reviving Haven
Reviving Haven - Book 1
Rug Burns (Reviving Haven 2)
*Can be read as a standalone
Bite & Release
Bite & Release - Book 1
The Reason I Breathe - Book 2
Bite & Release-Riley – Book 3
